Jiang Xiaoxia bitterly held the pot of roses that had been filled with water for half an hour. When she returned home, Leng Xiao was lying on the sofa sleeping quietly as in the morning. Even her posture had not changed. Jiang Xiaoxia looked at Leng Xiao
With one glance, he kicked the door shut with his foot.
"Dead fox, stinky fox! The last vase was obviously knocked down by her Hedong lion roar, why should I be blamed? Inhumane! No conscience! How can I deduct a whole year's salary?
Well, I still have to make money to support my family, so I have no sympathy at all..."
Jiang Xiaoxia carefully placed the rose on the balcony. This was her monthly salary, so she had to take good care of it. It was best to pray to God and Buddha to protect it from survival.
The evening sun shines in through the glass window, covering Leng Xiao's body like gold. The sleeping Leng Xiao's whole body reflects a beautiful halo, and his cold aura is transformed into warmth by the bright sunshine, just like the sleeping prince in a fairy tale.
Handsome and quiet, peaceful and handsome.
The face with clear lines, the bridge of the nose, the sexy thin lips, the sun shining down, reflecting a little bit of alluring luster, making people can't help but kiss it, the toned and strong bare chest, the bright red on the chest, as if
It's a rose flower in full bloom...
Red? Jiang Xiaoxia was shocked. Wasn't he wrapped in white gauze?
He ran to the sofa in three steps and found that the white gauze on Leng Xiao's chest had been dyed red with blood. His handsome face was as pale as paper, with no trace of blood visible, his thin lips were pale, and his eyes were tightly closed.
The dark and long eyelashes cast dark shadows on the skin.
"Leng Xiao... Xiao..." Jiang Xiaoxia called out twice tentatively, but Leng Xiao lay motionless, as if he hadn't heard.
"Don't scare me, Xiao..." Jiang Xiaoxia tremblingly put her fingers on Leng Xiao's face. The cold skin had no trace of warmth, as if it was already dead. Jiang Xiaoxia immediately collapsed on the floor, clutching tightly.
He held Leng Xiao's shockingly cold hands and cried loudly.
"Xiao, don't scare me! You don't want to die... What will I do if you die... How can you die like this... I haven't taken revenge yet... I haven't taken the initiative to kiss you... You
This bad guy...wuwuwu..."
Leng Xiao still didn't make any movement. Jiang Xiaoxia buried her head into Leng Xiao's cold chest. The bloody smell hit her nose, and Jiang Xiaoxia cried louder.
"Kissing someone and leaving them behind...what do you mean...that was someone's first kiss...you have to be responsible for me...who will I take responsibility for if you die...who will kiss me if you die?...
A string of piano bells suddenly rang, and Jiang Xiaoxia was so frightened that she stared at the place where the sound came from. It was a clothes hanger, and Leng Xiao's coat was hanging there.
"Whose phone number?"
Jiang Xiaoxia was stunned for a while, then rushed over and hurriedly took out her mobile phone and pressed the answer button.
"Xiao, where have you been? Why didn't you come back all night? We are all worried about you..." An anxious and charming female voice sounded.
"I'm not Leng Xiao. Something happened to Leng Xiao, wuwuwu..." Jiang Xiaoxia began to cry spinelessly again.
"Who are you? How come you have Xiao's phone number?" Jiang Xiaoxia was about to answer when she heard a man over there say, "Shuang, give it to me, I'll talk to her!"
There was some argument on the other end of the phone, maybe two people were fighting over the phone. After a while, a magnetic male voice sounded in my ear.
"Hello, miss, I am Leng Xiao's brother Leng Ying. Is Xiao at your place? Why doesn't he answer the phone? Is something wrong?"